Chance looks across the hospital room at her book longingly. There it rests not fifteen feet away from her bed, yet she is unable to get to it. With a deep breath, she tries to push herself into a sitting position, only to feel a deep ache in her chest that makes her gasp and lay back down. She glances back at her book and sighs in defeat.

Theres a knock at her door and Chance automatically tells them to come in, assuming its Crane. However she is caught off guard by the sight of Edward Nigma casually strolling into her room. He closes the door behind him and sits in the chair by Chances bedside.

"Edward, what the hell?! What are you doing here?!"

"Paying you a visit. I assumed that your current injury hadn't affected your mind."

Chance shoots him a glare. "No, I was just wondering why you are visiting me when you put me in here."

"I believe the good doctor brought you..."

Chance cuts him off. "He didn't stab me in the back...you did. And I told you that I'm not intrested. So just go bother someone else."

"I'm aware. I may have overreacted to your rejection..."

Chance raises an eyebrow that doesn't go unnoticed.

"But I have come to terms with where we stand. You are not at fault."

Chance stops herself from making a snarky reply in favor of giving a genuine. "Thank you Edward."

"How is the recovery process?"

"Annoying. Dr E...Edward, how did you get in here?" Alarm spreading through Chance.

"Don't you know better than to ask?"

"Yeah but, you snuck into a place where the owner wants you dead!"

"And?"

"You seriously thing you can sneak back out? What if you run into Dr Elliot?"

"Then I will handle the situation accordingly."

"Why couldn't you wait til I got home?"

"And miss an oportune moment of you completely vulnerable and weak? I'd be mad to pass on this oportunity. It would be so easy to strike. There are so many ways...and I would be rid of you breaking my concentration on a regular basis."

Chance looks at Nigma darkly. "True. But If you did make a move to strike me when I'm down, I could just as easily call out for help. Then you would have a little more trouble getting out of here when faced with a master strategist. Don't you think? Not to mention you are a memeber of the oh so elite people Hush wants dead club."

Nigma leans closer to the bed and smiles sinisterly. "I could easily find a syringe and inject your IV with an air bubble large enough to cause a heart attack."

"My heart rate moniter would alert them in time to recessitate me."

"I could remove your sensor and place it to reconize my pulse instead. Then I could smother you with your own pillow."

"But what about when you try to leave? You cant take the whole machine with you."

"I could turn the machine off so it would not alert anyone as I beat you to death with my cane."

"Oh, that would be messy, wouldn't it? Better hope you don't leave a trail, or else they'll track you like Hansel and Gretel."

"I could unplug your heart rate monitor and strangle you with the cord."

"How do you know that the nurses won't be alerted when my heart rate disappears from their computers?"

"I could escape through the air vents."

"What? Are you a spy now? I don't think you'd fit. You're not Tom Cruise."

Nigma smirks at Chance and leans back in the chair. "It seems we are at an impasse."

"So it seems." Chance smiles warmly and relaxes against her bed.

Nigma frowns slightly. "You passed. Just...passed."

"Of corse I did."

"I came here with the full intent on ending your life...but you passed. Not won but...passed.

"And what if I couldn't find a way out of your plan?"

"Then naturally, I'd kill you. But like I have said, we are at an impasse."

Chance frowns in indifferance. "Nobody wins and nobody loses. What do we do now?"

"Whatever you wish, I am merely here to visit."

"Alright...so how have Nina and Diedre been?"

"Fine. They had been adjusting to the idea that you would be staying. But other then wishing you well, thats all."

"Can I still hang out with them?"

"I will not stop them if they wish to."

Chance absently plays with her clover necklace before pausing thoughtfully and glancing down at it. "There's a tracker in here, isn't there?"

Nigma smiles smugly. "What would give you that idea?"

"On my twenty first birthday, how did Dr Crane know where I was? As soon as I went missing he would've called you. So how did you know where I was?"

"So, now that you know what you do..."

"I think I'll keep it...even if I give it back, you'll just find another way of tracking me. Might as well know how you're doing it."

"A fair point."

"Still clashes with my outfit though."

"But not your name."

Chance smirks for a moment before her expression turns serious.

"Okay...are you going to come after me again?"

Nigma pauses thoughtfully for a moment. "Perhaps. But I will not dispose of someone with a mind as yours. As long as you have it, you shouldn't worry."

"Thank you."

Nigma glances at the clock across the room. "Well, I'd best be leaving before your lunch arives. But before I go, I brought you something to remember our time together by."

He stands and pulls a small teddy bear out of his suit jacket and tosses it in Chances lap. She smiles as she examines the bear in a green suit.

"Thank you Edward."

"You're very welcome. I shall see you sometime in the near future."

Nigma casually walks over to the door and stops by the table to pick up the book laying on it.

"Still a fan of Poe I see."

He wordlessly walks back over to the bed and hands Chance the book before tipping his hat and leaving the room.

A/N: The next chapter is the last one. And as far as this chapter goes, I had a good idea and rolled with it. Riddler may never allow anyone to beat him, but a tie is as close as you can get.